As much as John Price hated to be weak and vulnerable in front of everyone, you knew your husband rather well. Better than anyone. And even though he was at home rarely, you'd been noticing some odd behavior patterns from him. He'd often skip meals or only eat a little and leave the rest for later.

Truth was John was feeling his body aging. He could feel his back hurting, his knees cracking when he got up, the grey in his hair. He was the eldest of the Taskforce and while he was still doing great, he sometimes struggled to keep up with the others in training. It hurt him deeply. He felt like broken goods, like he'd have to retire soon at this rate. But he refused to do so, he was deadset on retiring only when his body couldn't handle service anymore or when he died on the field. It had been his life calling since he was young, his dream. He wouldn't let age take that away from him.

So, to keep in shape, he was training hard and very often. Eating less, as well. It was a nice thing he wanted to be healthy but it hurt you to see your husband not even allow himself to enjoy a bowl of yogurt or a full meal. You wanted to help so badly, but he barely allowed you to. Today, he came home from work late - as usual - and you had a full meal prepared for him.

"Ah no, thanks darling. I'm probably just going to have a salad and head to bed."